Warning: no idea how, but I have no photos to distract from the inherent boredom of these blogs. Which means I’ve included a video which may get banned. It’s definitely “NSFW”. Reader discretion advised…
The usual start! I was awake from around 7:30am, but couldn’t be arsed getting up, instead double checking pickup times for tomorrows transfer to Dalaman Airport (6:30pm), and researching soap box racer chassis plans, as you do.
Totally Stockport & Kraft Races are organising a “Soapbox Derby”, with the aim of raising money for charities. This is right up my street! Design, build and race a kart down from St Peter’s Square, down to Mersey Square, past the Plaza, 180-right and down to the old Air Raid Shelters. Simple! Haybales & obstacles, but “prizes for showmanship, innovation and best dressed” mean it’s not just fastest first (- it really does though!)
Given we have pretty much the whole of tomorrow, this shouldn’t feel like ‘the last day”, but it’s hard not to get dragged back into reality, as I’ve said before. Must try harder!
Anyway, bread, cheese & coffee on the balcony as per, with the inevitable consequence of that instant coffee following shortly after…
Early on, I explained the toilet situation here, whereby there is a water jet installed within the rim of the toilet, with a tap nearby to allow you to bidet your nether regions clean of even the hardiest of winnets. It’s amazing and I have no idea why it’s not more prevalent. Except when the water supply & pressure drop off intermittently, that is.
The usually refreshing act of jetwashing one’s ‘rusty sherrifs badge’ becomes borderline sadomasochistic, as the pleasure brought, is often switched, when without warning the water jet stops, there’s a huge release of air in the pipes and you are then peppered by an air/water blast right up your ricker!
Whilst I’m discussing my undercarriage, there’s one last thing on my agenda before we go…I can’t not take advantage of a secluded & (almost) not-overlooked private pool, so I intend to go skinny dipping! I promise no photos (- we don’t have a telephoto lens with us, anyway).
Skinny-dipping mission accomplished! After a couple of lengths and a few strokes, I was done, as usual. [Note to self: Review last sentence before publishing] Thats one more point added or taken away on those daft Facebook posts – just need to get arrested & go on a cruise, and I’ll be near perfect!
Some washing of clothing, towels etc ensued around 4pm, with the intention of showering before going out. Sadly, the water-gods had other ideas, so I avoided the sandblasting bidet, and Jane managed a ‘trickle shower’. Definitely noticed a difference since the Beyrami started & influx of people. I think demand is outstripping water supply at peak times.
Having previously booked a table at Shiraz for 7pm, we left the apartment in reasonable time to walk down & settle in. I’ve had it in my head all holiday, that I’m going to challenge myself with the “Megasarous [sic] T-Bone Steak, served with fried mushrooms, onions, egg & handcut chips”. Had to be done!
Prior however, was a very nice starter of a local dish, Borek. It’s a filo pastry roll, with minced beef, onions and cheese (I’ll email Greggs now). Don’t get hung up with the beef/cheese combo, on the basis that if this were a round of Masterchef, it will described thus:
“Yeah, hi Greg. No, it’s not a kilo of chocolate cake, it’s a modernist take on a deconstructed cheeseburger with a doth of our olive headwear to the ancient Ottoman Empire, yet still appealing to your shepherding roots”.
Mains! Mahhoosive T-Bone, which I’ve never had before. The fillet was incredibly relaxed & juicy, and the strip (the bigger side of the ‘T’) was a totally different texture. I’d ordered medium rare as always, but I can’t help thinking that if order again or cook that, I’d actually head to medium as the strip could have broken down more.
Jane had the seabream which looked stunning served and even better as Jane started eating it – not over or under done.
Charlie ordered what he had last time. And with good reason! The Steak Pegasus was superb! The beef was like butter, and marinaded presumably for ages, in a quite spicy mix.
It’s a warm one tonight, as after a really nice farewell to the folks serving, we headed back up the slope to the market to grab a few final bits, but good grief, I perspired! I know at present, I’m not at LEJOG levels, but there were moments where it felt like someone had displaced Angel Falls to between my shoulder blades. It’s a good job I was once a Glass Blowers apprentice & know how to mop sweat from crevices.
We’re home. We’ve had and are still having a fabulous time. But I’m done typing for today, as I’ve now replaced heat sweats with meat sweats, so the ‘bidet of doom’ calls.
Ask about back-farts btw, if you ever meet me. It’s something I think I’ve invented, but happy to be corrected. I’ve a video [which due to aforementioned technical issues, I’ve had to resort to posting]. It’s a hidden talent I never know I had, when you mix me with a cool tiled floor. But that’s for another blog (the “Only Fans” one).
Jane is distraught that I just uploaded that, but as a kid trapped in a badly worn (and worn out) adult body, it needed presenting. In my head, it did. Maybe not yours.
See ya!
Chris x